I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of ― Joss Whedon
Friday, March 4, 2016
miles story
one time i was picking with my brother (before i was going to sleep which was a blankets on the floor with pillows), calling him names and saying he can't whoop me. Then he came out of the back room and threw a blanket over me me and started hitting me and i started screaming help! help! help!. My grandma came out of the kitchen and told us to stop play fighting or we were getting in trouble so my brother gets off me and hits me again and i yell then he slips and falls and he slid into the fan that was on the ground and i started dyeing laughing. Then i laid down and went to sleep.
victim : me
perpetrator: brother
Rescuer: grandma and blanket
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